A day in the life…with diabetes.

Just another day with diabetes.

Thanks to my fellow North-Easterner, Karen, for coming up with the idea of Diabetes Blog Week. I’m excited to be undertaking this week of blog posts with so many who have become my friends over the past year or so.  I’m guessing my RSS reader will explode.  Assuming yours will too, I’m keeping my posts short and sweet.

There’s something extra special about this week’s posts – they will be Caleb’s. This is Caleb… will actually be coming straight from the horse’s mouth.

So here we go.

Day 1 – A day in the life…with diabetes.

How would you describe your days in terms of diabetes?
It’s kindof whacko when you think about it, but I feel normal about it.  When I wake up, I just feel like it’s any other day.  It doesn’t bother me to check my sugar or do the other things I have to do.

It can sometimes make me busy. I check my blood sugar all the time and I sometimes have to take a break from what I’m doing.  Sometimes I feel low and I feel crummy.

How much of your day do you spend thinking about diabetes?
Not much.

What about school?
It’s really busy at school because I have to do a lot of school work and I have keep a routine about my diabetes, like checking with the nurse at 9:30, at lunch-time and before I go home, plus anytime I feel low.

Pod changes?
Changing my Pod can be stressful because it hurts sometimes, but I’m pretty used to it so lots of times it doesn’t hurt too much at all.

Eating?
Why do I have to talk about eating?  Everyone eats.  I have to bolus myself for whatever carbs I eat and Mom writes them down in a journal for school, but I can still eat whatever I want.

I chose the above picture for this post because of the story it tells.  I took it to commemorate Caleb’s first day of baseball.  Upon closer examination, I noticed several reminders of diabetes.  The tiger striped medical ID bracelet, the SPIbelt that holds his DexCom receiver, the open cabinet with his diabetes supplies peeking out, and even the stack of newspapers with the recent article of Caleb and his diabetes.  Just another day.

Day 2’s topic will be: “Making the low go”. See you tomorrow!

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He’s just a kid

I’m sitting at the kitchen table after dinner with Caleb beside me finishing his homework.  While he’s working, I scan the computer and come across a video about a young boy living with diabetes.  He is younger than Caleb and there are pictures of lancets and needles and of this boy as a baby and a toddler, smiling and enjoying life and being cute, and clearly living with diabetes.

I realize that Caleb is crying.

I look at him and he says, “I’m not crying about my homework.”  I didn’t realize he was looking over my shoulder. “I’m sad because that boy has diabetes and he’s just a kid.”

“He’s just a kid”?

But Caleb himself is just a kid.

I am not exaggerating when I say that Caleb does not complain about anything he has to do because he lives with diabetes. There may be the occasional hem when we need to change a Pod, or a haw, when I ask him to check his sugar.  But these hems and haws are no different than his reactions to having to make his bed or put away his laundry.

Even when asked what he thinks about living with diabetes, he is relatively indifferent. It’s typically a “good”, “whatever”, “it doesn’t matter” response.  He’s got bigger things to worry about.

To see and hear him get upset at seeing a young child going through everything he goes through, things that never seem to phase him when he does them, left me speechless.

I took him on my lap and hugged him. I had many thoughts and emotions running through me, but no words. We both had tears. That seemed to say it all.